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all the selves i left behind [iv]
Mina exhaled through her nose, nodding. “Exactly. And maybe that’s why I want to make space too. In my life, I mean. I want to be healthier, take care of myself, not out of pressure or vanity or whatever—but because I want more time. I want to feel good. Be present. So I can share all of that with him. With whoever he chooses to be, and wherever this leads.”
There was a pause, the kind that didn’t feel awkward—just full.
The therapist’s voice came softer now. “You’re allowed to want that, Mina. To build a life rooted in love, not survival. And you deserve someone who helps you remember what it feels like to hope.”
Mina smiled again, eyes glossy but not quite teary. She picked up her mug and held it close. “I think for the first time in a really long time… I’m
actually hopeful.”
She paused, gaze drifting slightly past the camera. Her voice dipped lower, quieter. “I mean—I’m still a bit scared. Like, what if it fades? What if I lose this spark or things fall apart and I forget what it felt like to want to try? What if he gets bored of me eventually, or decides I’m too much? What if one day he just finds someone else who fits better, someone he wants more than me?”
The therapist gave her a long, gentle look. “Being scared doesn’t cancel out the hope. It just means you care. Fear shows up when
something matters.”
Mina’s lips twitched into a soft, shy sort of grin. “Yeah. I care. Way more than I planned to.”
“Good,” the therapist said. “Hold onto that. That care, that hope—it’s yours. Whatever happens.”
Mina nodded slowly, settling into the silence again. And for once, even with the nerves fluttering faintly in her chest, it didn’t feel overwhelming.
It felt like beginning.
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Posted 4/24/2025, 1:00 PM